Belly Button Lint

Belly button lint is just a bunch of useless fluff. You may see the resemblance to these musings.

Housewife is a job with tenure—whether you want it or not.

The truth IS.

When our cockatiel Dipstick died, did he go to that big sky in the sky?

Did you watch the Scripts National Spelling Bee? Those kids had whizdom!

What is it with the way students and young adults hold a pen? We of earlier generations were taught to let the pen be guided by the arm, not awkward, scrunched up fingers. They ALL do it, so it must have been taught. Can anyone shed light on this?

Your cat wants to be the center of your attention; that’s why he plops in the middle of your newspaper—and now in front of your computer screen. Look, Ma!

How many class action law suits are you a part of? We are of great concern to a lot of lawyers, so much so I’ve created a special file. How wealthy have we become? We got a check for 38 cents once.

Advertisers say the word people like most to hear is YOU. Frankly, I’m sick of YOU even if it’s about ME. I have this niggling feeling I may not deserve everything Madison Avenue says I do simply because I exist and have a credit card. Deserve—that’s apparently another word we love. Ever notice how many things YOU DESERVE, like that Cadillac, for instance? Spare me the stroking. Just tell me what your product does better. I’ll decide if I deserve it. Don’t worry, the GNP won’t be affected. I may reward my sorry ass anyway.

We can go to the moon, but we can’t figure how to disrupt a tunnel passage at the Mexican border?

Forget personality tests created by psychology professors. Want a simple one? What kind of “forwards” does this person pass on? There. That didn’t cost you anything.

Why do they put those pucker-making strips in towels? Surely there is a better way to decorate.

I had a brilliant thought about thong panties, but will not put those words in my blog because we know it will attract perverts. Oops!